it’s a running joke in this fandom that kamet is just an accountant while (as portrayed in thick as thieves) costis is this terrifyingly efficient killing machine but i don’t think we talk enough about costis’ 2-page-long internal monologue from KOA where he is doing math in his head to compare and contrast 2 different 15-year payment plans based on the difference between large and small gold cup prices, his annual salary, and how good his credit score is
deeply saddened to report that this song still slays
hey i hear the voice of a preacher from the back room calling my name and i follow just to find you i trace the faith to a broken down television and put on the weather and i’ve trained myself to give up on the past ‘cause i frozen time between hearses and caskets lost control when i panicked at the acid test i wanna get better while my friends were getting high and chasing girls down parkway lines i was losing my mind because the love, the love, the love, the love, the love that i gave wasted on a nice face in a blaze of fear i put a helmet on a helmet counting seconds through the night and got carried away so now i’m standing on the overpass screaming at the cars hey i wanna get better i didn’t know i was lonely 'til i saw your face i wanna get better, better, better, better i wanna get better i didn’t know i was broken 'til i wanted to change i wanna get better, better, better, better i wanna get better i go up to my room and there’s girls on the ceiling cut out their pictures and i chase that feeling of an eighteen year old who didn’t know what loss was now i’m a stranger and i miss the days of a life still permanent mourn the years before i got carried away so now i’m staring at the interstate screaming at myself hey, i wanna get better i didn’t know i was lonely 'til i saw your face i wanna get better, better, better, better i wanna get better i didn’t know i was broken 'til i wanted to change i wanna get better, better, better, better i wanna get better better 'cause i’m sleeping in the back of a taxi i’m screaming from my bedroom window even if its gonna kill me woke up this morning early before my family from this dream where she was trying to show me how a life can move from the darkness she said to get better SO I PUT A BULLET WHERE I SHOULDA PUT A HELMET AND I CRASH MY CAR 'CAUSE I WANNA GET CARRIED AWAY THAT’S WHY I’M STANDING ON THE OVERPASS SCREAMING AT MYSELF HEY I WANNA GET BETTER I DIDN’T KNOW I WAS LONELY 'TIL I SAW YOUR FACE I WANNA GET BETTER, BETTER BETTER BETTER I WANNA GET BETTER I DIDN’T KNOW I WAS BROKEN 'TIL I WANTED TO CHANGE I WANNA GET BETTER, BETTER BETTER BETTER I WANNA GET BETTER
fuck “girl lunch” fuck “girl math” a woman is a hairy animal who sweats and grunts and excretes and hungers and gets wrinkly and dies eventually. you have to love that.
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“it’s not queer fiction unless the queerness is explicitly declared in the text according to currently accepted terminology and in a way that meets the approval of the entire audience” I mean follow your heart I guess but I trust myself as a queer person to recognise queer themes
“but doesn’t this risk giving the author undue credit for queer representation” I do not care about the author
this is my 19th century dandy mutual this is my bob dylan impersonator mutual this is my 70s glam rock substance abuse mutual this is my mutual archiving problematic drag films mutual this is my disembodied southern gothic phantom mutual and that’s my unemployed friend who collects novelty mp3 players mutual
